Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore.
The wind howled and pounded the house relentlessly into the early morning hours. I was sure we would go sailing off to OZ, never to be seen again. Banging, screeching, thumping and bumping, it kept me awake much of the night. I know my feet would never fit into the ruby slippers, so a return to home would have been impossible.
A brief look about shows no damage. Roofs are intact, trees are still standing and the three mares who live in open housing are still there. So it seems all that was lost was my rest.
It looks like a nice day, I think I will go out and enjoy it.